I started this painting this morning, painted for an hour, and just couldn't look at it any longer. I set my paint brushes down (I have a habit of holding several paint brushes in my left hand as I paint with my right hand) and went to grab some lunch and study at a nearby cafe.

Literally the first thing on my mind this morning: I need to finish designing the table sign cards and find a way to get guests to their assigned tables after cocktail hour.

Who have I turned into? I guess this is what this 30 day stretch is about.

(Technically 25 days now. But who's counting really - It just makes me turn into even more of a nut job.)

Hence the theme of today's painting.

I also woke up to dishes in the sink (a huge pet peeve of my own doing since I can't just get up and start painting from start - mixing my entire color palette - to end - washing my brushes in the sink. It threw me off a bit, so I made tea in my "Good Morning" cup that had a lipstick and coffee stain on it from God knows when.

Don't judge me: when you're thinking about designing table cards and getting guests situated during the wedding reception as your first thoughts in the morning, you don't have time to properly clean mugs.

This also goes into why I needed a break from painting after an hour into it: my mind was so preoccupied I couldn't devote my full attention to my craft.

I can only seeing this getting worse and worse. But, such is life, and keeping perspective on what is important is key (go back a few posts to read more about this).

After getting some fresh air and hitting up Trader Joe's to fill up the fridge, I felt the need to finish what I started - at 9pm.

I picked my brushes and finished this painting off for the day. Am I proud of it? Not really, as I don't see it at all as my best work. But I finished it despite so much distraction, and I now I'm able to share it with you all. This makes me proud. This is worth relishing in, and I'll get to those table cards eventually.